from A to B was a wild ride

The smiles screech across our faces          
from displaced feelings I detect        
were dug up from the nights we wasted        
while entwined and making sweat.        
If my limbs could only reach you        
and have you like I had you then,      
I'd never  search for satisfaction        
in the draining of my pen.        
And now my nights spent tossing turning,      
through sacred sheets that we once twisted    
and if you had one single doubt      
just know this now: I fucking miss it             
You'll be a stranger on the streets    
its stranger now than I can comprehend,        
how once we were sweet lovers,        
and now with time, not even friends.